Sesi: an Arthur chapter again! So this makes five... Wow. So I love you guys so much. Please review. And fuck you Siku Kirkland, I hope you crawl in a hole and diiiiee! Here's a little something I learned about fiction: people read fiction because it exposes problems to life that people do not want to acknowledge. So does that mean I read yaoi because I believe there should be more gay right in this world? There's something to think about right?
Arthur awoke in Alfred's room swathed in his delicious scent. And pulled a pillow in his arms and clutched it. He breathed in the scent deeply. God it smells amazing. Arthur could not possibly describe it but it was as intoxicating as any aphrodisiac. It smelled like everything in life that had pleased his senses.
With that Arthur stood up and left the bedroom. He looked through out the whole entire house for Alfred not finding him anywhere, which made Arthur start to panic. He ran out of the house to find his mates scent carrying away from the house down to the woods further down.
He started trotting off when something Roderick said last night came to mind. "Ah and you should know there are others after him." He had said right? Arthur broke into a straight sprint through the fields behind Alfred's house until he reached the woods.
There laying by a brook not too far in was a note in swirly handwriting. It smelled of a succubus " I took your mate, you can have him after I finish with his body" the note read. It was even sprayed with perfume. Arthur gagged at the scent.
He shifted into his bat form and flew off towards town furious, pissed off and oh-so close to reverting to his instinctive nature. He followed the scent of the succubus.
A vampire sense of scent is by blood. Different races have different scents. It's hard to pinpoint a specific one unless its especially memorable. Like Alfred's. he followed the scent of succubus and found that only one lived in town.
He stopped outside an older store and entered. Inside it smelt of vanilla, creme, and sweat. He went to the back room to find Alfred strung up on the wall and a succubus making out with him. Her image flickered between a young woman and Arthur. Alfred did not seem to be doing anything. He actually appeared to be asleep.
"What the bloody hell do you think you are doing with my mate?" Arthur growled at the woman. She turned to him her image settling on a young lass with long black hair with a flower clipping back the side and a long strand ending with a strange curl. Her body - for she had no clothes- was a kaleidoscope of colors that flowed all around.
"I told you you can have him when I'm done" she beamed. Arthur struck slamming her into a wall. The colors faltered.
"You are bloody crazy! To give me the hollow shell of my mate is a fate worse than death..." He paused "for you at least" he murmured in her ear. The girl paled. She scrambled out from underneath Arthur and placed her hand on Alfred's forehead.
"Think you can beat me? I'm going to make it so that this man- this boy, is a lifeless shell. Go ahead take a step toward me Lord Kirkland" she laughed. Arthur honestly thought she is on a suicide mission.
"Step away from him and I won't kill you, whore." Arthur spat. He started to sink into his instinctive state. 'Protect Alfred, protect Alfred, protect Alfred, protect Alfred' became his mantra.
"I would not do that Lord Kirkland. Notice how I can drain him of everything in the blink of an eye" she told him unfazed by the whore comment. It was obviously true.
Arthur stopped sinking below the surface and stepped into the wall leaning on it heavily. "I can show you a night of pleasure unlike any you have felt before" Arthur offered. "You just have to put back in Alfred what you took. Look I'm unarmed and ill not harm you" Arthur said holding his hands in the air. The girl looked at him her eyes half lidded over the prospect of a meal. She pushed her hand on Alfred's forehead and pulled it away her rainbow colored body reverting to a normal color.
She warily walked over to Arthur obviously trusting him. He gave no inclination of his next move until she was a foot before him.
"Come love you know I've had a long time under my belt to learn all of the best move" Arthur whispered holding his hand out. She tentatively put her hand in his and Arthur pulled her to his body. Then he struck.
Arthur sank his teeth into her neck drawing out every drop of her life force. Her blood tasted horrid. Night species typically didn't drink from each other for a reason. Most couldn't stomach it but Arthur had lived through some lean times. He could stomach it as he had learned. She crumpled in his arms.
"Dude what the hell?!" Alfred shouting drawing Arthur's attention. Arthur saw him flinch and he held his head in embarrassment. He dropped the limp body of the succubus and it turned to dust there.
"I apologize you saw that" Arthur mumbled and tore the bar from the wall Alfred was strung from. She used a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, and a bar drilled in the wall to hold them. Alfred flinched when Arthur brushed up against him.
"That was... I don't know dude but that was something" Alfred murmured. Arthur ripped the cuffs to pieces. He was pissed. "Dude? Arthur?" Alfred asked finally getting his attention.
"I'm sorry Alfred. I'm so sorry" Arthur muttered.
"There's nothing you have to apologize for!" Alfred exclaimed waving his arms around.
"It's just you were attacked by a succubus. I can't stay awake during the day, I can't protect you then! You will get attacked when I can't do anything like earlier!" Arthur shouted. "More will come. They will swarm this town." He finished in a whisper. His eyes got cloudy as a few tears entered his eyes.
"They? Who is they?" Alfred asked. He held his hand out for Arthur to grab and pull himself into a standing position.
"Everybody. Night races. The fae will leave you alone... I think. I never quite know with their queen but she is an acquaintance of mine so I think she will butt out. The wolves are busy with something, succubi obviously are drawn to you, spirits... I don't want to know" Arthur shuddered. "Vampires serve me. They should not be a problem." He declared.
"Hey dude you know we are a long way away from my house right?" Alfred asked when they left the shop. Arthur nodded. They started walking.
Arthur and Alfred collapsed in Alfred's front porch exhausted. A pale gold wolf sat in front of the door and Arthur froze at the sight.
"Al you head on inside. I would love for some tea" Arthur said. Alfred huffed an affirmative and headed in.
As soon as he went inside the wolf shifted to a human man. "I found out what you wanted" Ivan said happily.
"So the story?" Arthur asked tentatively.
"She is a he and he is Matthew Williams son of Amaranth Jones and Aaron Williams. Brother to Alfred Jones" he smirked. Arthur breathed out a sigh of relieve then bristled. He slammed Ivan into the ground.
"You have caused me some problems recently" Arthur snarled. Ivan pushed Arthur off of him with some trouble and stood erect.
"You do not command me. I have half a mind myself to turn your mate. Run away little bat. Go see to him." Ivan snapped before shifting and loping off in the northwest direction.
Arthur sighed and headed into the house finding Alfred's room on automatic and passed out as the sun rose to start the day.
Arthur dreamed. His mind stayed so active when he was asleep but then again that's understandable. His experiences over the course of time. For some reason he was visited by memories of his family in the Bronze Age. Vampires were living in prosperity along with the humans then and wolves had not been created yet. But then something changed.
Arthur found his mother dead in the courtyard. He changed for the first time that night and slaughtered the city. His instinctive state was the strongest in any vampire astounding Arthur's brothers. He had received the most strength from his birth.
Vampires revere strength. Arthur's strength came with a price. The need to sleep. He fell asleep everyday day as soon as the sun rose and he felt it, he slept for long periods of time never quite knowing when he'd sleep until the year before. He would start by sleeping during the night, going instinctive more, drinking more. Like a bear preparing for its hibernation. He became a king with out being able to rule his subjects. Myths were made of him. If you were to misbehave the sleeping king would awake and drink you dry. He didn't mind being king, he didn't mind the myths and he didn't mind the fear. He really just behaved normally.
Thoughts if the times where he went instinctive also came to mind. Being Jack the Ripper taking out the women's wombs and eating them. Why he did it made him mentally shudder. He wanted the images to stop pouring fourth. Cool London nights, blood spraying everywhere.
The images stopped.
More started of the century before. He went instinctive before his sleep. He was the Boston massacre. He fought in the revolutionary war nearly bringing the Americans before him to their knees. All of his worst memories came to mind. Last night when Alfred flinched away from him. It nearly broke his heart. An that scene played on loop.
Nightmares plagued him. Normally he did not dream so vividly of the past usually looking towards the future.
Arthur broke the surface of the nightmares finding his day came to the end and he was greeted by the most perfect sight imaginable.
Alfred.
Sesi: I love you guys And I feel so loved I'm gonna cry... Okay not really I don't want my mascara running. Next weekend I may not update because of a lovely situation. I'm going to a ball, a carnival, and am meeting up with a boy take that Siku Kirkland. (I could never hate her. I fight with her like Alfred fights with Arthur. . We still joke about nudism and other races as we have done before (I'm not racist I just like the jokes. Please don't hate me for that I even make white jokes if that helps. I'm an equal opportunist). Okay enough with my rant off to spread the love:
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